Tho' not with a dagger in the library
nor candlestick in the conservatory
someone done the dirty deed
and yet of bodies none were found
perhaps the evidence had been concealed
interred deep down underground
so no one's doing time
it was eventually revealed
for the heinous crime
of thuggery and skullduggery
terrible as it may be
where the skeletons are buried
only the gravedigger knows
and after all allegedly it was purportedly
merely a murder of crows
Categories:
gravedigger, bird, death, fun, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
We pass through this world pretending we belong
Failing to consider we won’t be here very long
Clinging to the illusion we’re in control
Yet at the end of our dilution wait’s a graveyard hole
They’ll dig it wide and six feet deep
The guy who dig’s it will lose no sleep
We’re just one more stiff who pay's his bills.
Fill's his car and buy’s his meals
Darrell
Categories:
gravedigger, death, destiny, introspection,
Form: Rhyme
You go home dead tired at the end of a thankless day.
Everyone is thanked except you. No one gives you a blink.
Or a nod or a think at all. You are a gravedigger.
People run from you as if you are the grim reaper
Or at the least a leper.
You are taking a risk with each body, and there are many.
No one understands how this virus is spread, it might be
more radiantly spread post death than pre-death.
You have been coughing for two days now.
Your throat is closing up. Has anyone said thank you?
Let me be the first then, before it is too late
and one of your co-workers starts coughing after
burying the part of you that is left behind when
your soul gets released.
Categories:
gravedigger, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
Welcome to the land
Where masters become slaves
Where shovels speak in tongues
And souls are often sold
Welcome to the part where your curse will unfold
Eternally devoured by worms made of mould
Ashes to dust, Grinding your bones in dismay
Ashes to dust, Gravedigger heading your way
As the tombstone descends
Your life comes to end
Ashes to dust, Grinding your bones in dismay
Ashes to dust, Gravedigger heading your way
Welcome to a place
Where the sun is always cold
Where ravens smile as they fly by
Blind rats in robes, that prays for meat
Cursed is thy name, of whom they speak
Ashes to dust, Grinding your bones in dismay
Ashes to dust, Gravedigger heading your way
Ashes to dust, Grinding your bones in dismay
Ashes to dust, Gravedigger heading your way
Categories:
gravedigger, dark,
Form: Free verse
With measured shovelsful of sod
The old man slowly labors,
Making sure as not to trod
On nearby sleeping neighbors.
One shovel deep and one pick wide,
Graves neatly set in rows.
Perfection so this soul who died
May rest in sweet repose.
The old man never slows his pace
His reaper soon made grim,
For he knows the one who takes his place
Soon digs his grave for him.
Categories:
gravedigger, death,
Form: Iambic Pentameter
The casket was buried in flowers,
A pungent smell for a grave,
Clock of life ticking down the hours,
Soft petals flying up to heaven's gate,
Silence echoes in the ivory tower,
A wingless angel sorrow by trait,
Limit intended for those who cower,
Judging the judgment for a soul to migrate,
Gravedigger are you just a slave?
The grim reaper waiting for another grave,
Gravedigger does this not seem insane?
Don't toss that dirt on me i want to see my fate,
Six feet deep under the cold shovel strain,
An ongoing battle between give and take,
A life no longer the tombstones proclaim,
This plot of land made for a human crate,
Time will continue to flow like blood in veins,
So gravedigger I have one request to make,
Don't throw that dirt on me so I can feel the rain,
Don't throw that dirt on me so I can see my fate.
(2017)
Categories:
gravedigger, dark, death, deep, humanity,
Form: Rhyme
He never did see a face though only a board width away,
yet remembers feeling privileged, spending those last few moments
while trying so hard to find the softer soil to lessen the impact
upon the brass plated permanent encasement; in this final resting place.
beneath the old oak
neither sun nor moon perceived
a veil of shadow
He’s mindful of the susceptible sensation within when the last
shovelful that completely covered the coffin tenderly placed,
then the license to use the coarse fill of heavy clay and stoney soil.
to become apart
at one within holy ground
the grass grows each spring
A phenomenal pride when to barrow away the surplus soil,
leaving the mound trim and tidy, a monument for the deceased;
also a monument for him, his very first dig, all with his own hand.
a mark of respect
for three score years and nineteen
entity forgone.
© Harry J Horsman 2015
Categories:
gravedigger, pride,
Form: Haibun
Placid, watching him dig a hole. Hope he's digging it for me. I feel pitiless tward myself, for i
know my solution is sublime inside my fragile calm mind. gravedigger, make sure its nice
and deep, so I may cuddle up in a forever placid sleep. No marker needed, well maybe a do
not disturb sign.
Categories:
gravedigger, depression
Form: I do not know?
dust from every man
underneath his finger nails
old gravedigger Death.
Categories:
gravedigger, death,
Form: Senryu